[ God, by the time slows with spinning him around, Jesse realises how dizzy he is. His legs, like jelly and all uncoordinated from everything tilting and spinning in his vision, cause him to stumble and collapse with Ronan. His arm stays anchored around Ronan's neck, the stupidest, most thrilled grin on his face, pupils fully dilated with the rush of coke.

The silence settling over the darkness makes the ringing in his ears ring all the louder. Amplifying the silence, the darkness. It's like hitting that point of dissatisfaction where the high of a drug has descended into its inevitable, disappointing comedown: the only way back up is more. ]

Man-- [ Slumping against the boulder while hanging off Ronan. ] 'Beautiful'?! Are you kidding?! More like-- [ His other hand balls into a fist and lands a playful punch to Ronan's stomach. ] Fuck, we shoulda saved some! You got me wanting to blow up more shit!